IMAGINE // After a gas explosion, Mycroft has amnesia because of an head injury: doctors are confident he will recover but unable to tell when. They advise to let him do what he wants & he chooses to take a surprising job. Governement keeps an eye. His memory comes back suddenly when the enemy behind the gas explosion finds him...
“Mister Holmes’ Tommy tooked my race car again,” Louise bellowed from the other end of the magic reading mat.
“In a minute dearest,” Mycroft called to her gently trying not to help young Andrew maintain his wooden block tower just a second longer so that Ellie could draw it.
They are only successful long enough for Ellie to get the first bottom shapes but thanks to Eggsy and Collin’s dancing antics.
“Mister HOLMES,”came the whining again that Mycroft had to hold back a tired sigh.
Mycroft loved his job at the daycare; adored the children, challenging their young impressionable minds and how each day was a clean slate but some days he just didn’t feel like it was the right fit.
He couldn’t exactly explain it but sometimes when nap time was in full swing Mycroft had these thoughts; these strange inklings that this wasn’t always his career but he could never quite put his finger on what it could have been.
“Coming Louise,” Mycroft answered a bit strained as he weaved between the throngs of children that he had come to love.
Joseph, Steven and Natasha were reading quietly in the magic reading mat ignoring the surrounding chaos, Francis and Allen playing pirates at the water station, Carmen, Elizabeth and Marie seemingly creating an entire screen play on the whim while Carl continued to play ‘keep away’ with Louise’s toy car.
Without a doubt Mycroft loved each and every one of his kids even if Louise and Carl seemed to always be at odds with one another.
Avoiding any potential spray from the water station Mycroft is able to scoop Carl up with one practiced hand and Louise in the other before she can lay a hand on him to forcefully retrieve the toy.
Two squirming and disgruntled children in each arm Mycroft carries them over to the ‘Problem Solving’ corner.
Setting each child down he turns to Carl and politely asks, “Carl please return Louise’s car to her.”
The boy of course looks very reluctant to but with a very stern eye from Mycroft he eventually relinquishes it. Taking the toy and passing it off to a very pleased Louise Mycroft stops her from running off to continue playing to settle this once and for all.
“Now this is the third time in a week I’ve had to intervene with you two when it comes to toys and Carl I’ve had this conversation with you before about taking what doesn’t belong to you at least on six separate occasions this month alone. Can you explain to me why you’re continuing to do this?”
Carl is about to open his mouth to plead his case when Louise blurts out, “It’s cuz’ he’s a stinky head that wants to swipe people’s stuff!”
The girl is a bit shaken by the raised voice but manages to accuse, “But he is! Everyone thinks so! That’s why no one will play with him!”
Indeed since the boy had been enrolled in the daycare not many children wanted to engage young Carl as he had a bad habit of absconding with toys brought from home by the other kids.
It had given the boy an unfavorable moniker as ‘Carl the toy thief’ which Mycroft alone could not seem to rectify without stopping the problem at the source.
Giving Louise a very stern look Mycroft looks at Carl again and gives him the nod to try again. Carl seems embarrassed by the way he holds his hands in front of him and rocks on his trainers.
“Its just that…at home there’s no toys for me ta play with at home,” Carl mumbles quietly in a voice scarcely above a whisper, “an’ when I get here there’s lots of toys an’ I can’t ever bring one ta share with everyone so they’ll play with me.”
Louise rolls her eyes until Carl starts to hiccup.
Silent tears begin to roll off his cheeks as he adds, “I just want to play with everyone cuz’ I don’t have a lot ta go home to. Ma’s always workin’ an’ da’s too tired ta do anything but sleep there so I’m all alone.”
Mycroft is forever grateful that children can be so empathetic as Louise takes Carl into her arms to comfort him. He strongly suspected it might have something to do with the recent birth of her baby brother that brought out that maternal instinct but was not about to question this good fortune.
The boy cries softly on her shoulder as she attempts to console him and Mycroft makes a mental note to have a word with his parents.
“Hey its okay Carl,” Louise says patting him a little too hard, “ Sometimes I don’t get to see my daddy for ages and I’m alone too but now I have a baby brother so daddy has to be home more!”
Of course this does little to comfort young Carl but Mycroft is quick to save the day. “Louise, is there anything you can do to help Carl feel better?”
Louise doesn’t quite let go of Carl to think but rests her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Umm…wait I know!”
She pushes Carl off quickly (to which Mycroft catches the boy before he’s sent into the wall) to fish out the car from her dress pocket. “Here,” Louise demands pushing the toy car into Carl’s stomach, “You can keep this because daddy always gets me a new one when he comes back from traveling so I have like a bazillion of them!”
Car’s eyes go wide as he carefully accepts the car cradling it as if were more precious than anything he’s ever held. “You…you mean it?”
“Yeah! Now let’s go play cars by the stuffed animal mountain,” Louise commands taking Carl by the shirt to which the boy quickly complied.
“No pulling clothes Louise,” Mycroft calls after her only to see the two finally get on and Carl with the rest of the kids.
It isn’t until pickup time that the madness begins again.
Once again Carl and Louise were the last ones to be fetched by their parents.
Louise was talking a mile a minute about the new baby and how her daddy was finally picking her up and that Carl should totally sleepover and maybe adopt him too.
For his part Carl was content to listen as he held the toy car with reverence.
Things happen in quick succession as the voice pierces through his psyche bringing back all the memories that had long been forgotten.
All of it was connected to this man and Mycroft knew that he remembered exactly who he was and worst of all he was Louise’s father.
Unable to keep himself loose and pushing Carl out of firing range Mycroft tries to remain cordial after all he can only hope that someone has kept an eye on him to prevent this from happening.
Desperately Mycroft looks around for anyone that might be an undercover agent sent to protect him but he cannot find anyone who could of any help.
The man picks up his daughter and swings her around until his sights him.
Without much acknowledgement or taking his eyes off of him and his hand goes into his jacket to which Mycroft braces for impact when Louise starts to squawk.
“DADDY, STOP GLARIN’ AT MISTER HOLMES HE’S MY DAYCARE TEACHER AN’ HE’S REALLY NICE AN’ I LIKE HIM!”
“Is that so princess?” the man asks slowly but not removing his hand from his jacket, “is he a good teacher?”
Louise looks highly offended as she slithers down her daddy to stand before him in a pout. “Yes, Mister Holmes is the bestest teacher I ever had cuz he taught me that everything has a reason an’ to figure people an; if you hurt him I’ll hate you forever and ever!”
The man takes a look at his daughter and that at Mycroft a couple of times before he removes his hand from the coat to reveal it barren.
He gives Mycroft one last look clearly stating how lucky he had gotten today before taking Louise’s hand and saying, “Let’s go sweetheart.”
“Okay Daddy and also can Carl sleepover on Saturday?” Louise asks without missing a beat.
Mycroft is left there stunned and a bit light headed with Carl as the pair drive off that it takes Carl tugging on his sleeve to realize he had slumped onto the sidewalk.
“Mister Holmes your cellphone is buzzin,” Carl points out quietly unsure of what to do with the distressed adult.
Gingerly Mycroft fishes his phone to read an incoming text: Don’t look so pale we had you covered. Are you still on for working until next week so we can find a replacement for you? -A
Mycroft shook his head and considered it. He could leave now and put himself in a safer position or stay until another could take his place.
Looking down at Carl Mycroft knew he had no choice.
I’ll be here as long as I need to be to clean up some lose ties first. Please fax other any documents that require my signature and I should be back before the Christmas holidays.